Remembering the Old Songs:

Logan County Jail (Laws E17)

by Bob Waltz

(Originally published: Inside Bluegrass, October 2001)

Ballad people generally don't care much for American songs. They say
-- correctly, in my opinion -- that the British ballads are much better
songs. The poetry is better, and the emotions are truer and deeper. I'm
not sure why this is, but if you compare, say, The Twa Brothers
with
Young Companions, you can see the difference.

The flip side of the coin is, the American ballads tend to be more
stable. Most collected versions are similar in form, and keep most of
the original lyrics.

So, of course, we're going to talk this month about a song which
breaks all those rules.

This is a song which exists in many, many versions, and they show
wide variation. I don't know how many recordings of this song I have on
LP, but I have two recordings on CD just by local artists: Bob Bovee
and Gail Heil recorded it as The Sporting Cowboy, and the
Brandy
Snifters recorded it as Seven Long Years in Prison. These two
versions (Bob and Gail's from Watts and Wilson, or the Brandy Snifters'
from Claude Grant) all by themselves go far to illustrate the degree of
variation in the song: The Brandy Snifters version (which I include
here mostly because they printed a lyric sheet and Bob and Gail didn't)
is in three, and refers to "Logan County Jail" (apparently, if Malcolm
Laws is to be believed, the most common title), while Bob and Gail's
version is in two and sends the prisoner off to Dallas (the #2 name for
the prison site).

Other versions can be heavily localized. The Digital Tradition has a
Wisconsin version where it's the Ramsey County Jail; apparently
this
is one of the few traditional songs to be localized to our area.
Unfortunately, that text is in very sorry shape, hauling in material
from other songs while losing the key features of this one. That sort
of encroachment seems to be common in versions of this song -- as a
prison song, it picks up bits of other prison songs. The results
frequently aren't very coherent.

On the other hand, the versions are usually very enjoyable. Both the
Sporting Cowboy version and the Seven Long Years version
have fine
tunes, and I suggest learning both.

My feeling is that the tune family in 4/4 is original; if you look
at the text below, it scans just fine in two-syllable feet; it's been
fitted to a tune in three-syllable feet only by doubling the time on
the stressed syllables. (Observe how the melody is a regular
alternation of half and quarter notes.)

I don't know where Claude Grant's text is from (he himself came
from East Tennessee near the Carolina/Virginia border), but his text
looks a lot like the West Virginia versions in Cox.

It's surprisingly hard for me to do this song exactly the way the
Brandy Snifters recorded it. All those other versions are pretty well
mixed up in my head. If I were singing it, I'd doubtless produce
something a bit different from the text below. But this is the text
they printed, apart from any typos I've managed to make.

Complete Lyrics:When I was just a little boy,
I worked on Market Square;
I used to make some money,
But I did not make it fair.
I rode all around the lakes
To learn to rob and steal,
And when I would make a big draw,
How happy I did feel.

But I woke up broken-hearted
in the Logan County jail;
I had no friends around me,
No one to go my bail.
Down come the jailer,
about ten o 'clock,
With the keys all in his hands,
he bumped up against the lock.

"Cheer you up, my prisoner,"
I thought I heard him say;
"You 're bound for the penitentiary,
for seven long years to stay."
Down come my true love,
with ten dollars in her hand,
Said, "Oh, my dearest darling,
I've done all I can."

"The jury set the sentence,
the judge said you must go
Away down to Moundsville
for seven long years or more;
But pray God to be with you
wherever you may go,
And the Devil snatch the jury
for sending you below.